Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Senior Yancey pushed Violet to the car. “Rest and heal well, Vi.” The chauffeur had already opened the door. “Get in, get in, Vi. Be a good girl, I’ll get Lily to bring your medicine here. “Lily! Bring us Miss Yeager’s medicine!” “Alright!” Violet did not know what to say after getting into the car. She could only force a smile. Lily came over with the medicine very soon, which Senior Yancey took and passed to Violet. “Eat and apply your medicine on time, take care of yourself,” he reminded her. Violet took the pouch and waved at the old man. “Goodbye, grandpa.” “Bye, bye.” Michael then got into the car too and sat beside violet. The chauffeur closed the door after him. He went into the driver’s seat. Soon, they drove off. The causeway was rather long. It took them two minutes to travel across it at 24 miles per hour.
Violet was in no mood to appreciate the scenery. She turned to look at Michael, who was beside her. “What is Jack trying to do? Tell me!” Violet asked with a stony face. “Bring you back so you can stay there instead,” Michael did not look at her. “He’s not that nice. He doesn’t care about me!” “I don’t know whether he cares or not,’ Michael said co olly, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “But he does want you to be brought back. I’m only carrying out orders.” Violet looked away and leaned back, laughing. “He doesn’t want grandpa and me to be too close! Tell him that I don’t have any hidden agenda, and even more so, I won’t hold on to anything involving the Yanceys.” “I’m not your messenger,” Michael replied plainly. “Tell him yourself. But I’m telling you that you’re wrong.” “Wrong?” The girl looked at him. She realized his facial features were quite attractive. “It’s not that he doesn’t want you to be close with his grandfather.” Michael did not look at her. “It’s
because his mother is coming back to the country. She’ll be landing at the airport in two hours and will head for the old manor.” “His mother?” Violet became thoughtful. An understanding dawned on her. “He doesn’t want his mother to come face to face with me, does he?” Michael did not answer. He felt that he had already been clear enough with what he had told her. Violet did not pursue the matter. Rich people were complicated. She did not know what his relationship with his mother was like. He had said that she was the second person to know about his eyes. She understood why his grandfather was kept in the dark about it, but what about his mother? At that moment, the landline in the upmarket Goldbay Mansion rang. Zoey had been arranging flowers in a vase on the coffee table. She paused her work and peered at the caller ID before answering, “Hello.” “Zoey,” Senior Yancey’s voice sounded. “Good day, sir” Zoey greeted before listening intently. “Michael is bringing Miss Yeager back to Goldbay. Could you take good care of her while she’s there? She’s injured,” Senior Yancey instructed firmly and stolidly. “Also, I’d like you to give me daily reports on how she and Jack get along.” Zoey was shocked. He was bringing her back? She quickly came back to her senses and replied, “I will.” Senior Yancey continued, “Ask her what food she likes and make it for her. If she has any request you cannot fulfill, let me know.” “Alright, sir.” Zoey was dumbfounded. “That’s all, nothing else from me.” Having said that, Senior Yancey ended the call. 1/2 11:15 Chapter 30 Zoey held on to the telephone receiver, remaining dazed for quite a while. Senior Yancey was really
fond of this Miss Yeager! Had he taken a fancy to the idea of Violet being the young Yancey mistress? She had put Mr. Yancey to shame at the wedding and humiliated the Yanceys; this was negative publicity like no other. How had that not resulted in enmity between them? This matter was dreadful enough, in addition to the baseless rumors about the haunting of the old manor. The wedding had been headline news for quite a few days. Nevertheless, not only was Senior Yancey not upset with her, he was actually being very protective of her! This was very unusual.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.